- The Father Who Made My Father
The following is an excerpt from Picnicking with God. I wrote this when I was grieved over my father’s death. He was born one hundred years ago today. When I am grief-torn, I head for the hills, to that one spot in the cemetery where I can block out the fairgrounds and McDonald’s, and see… - Mother’s Day
One Mother’s Day our young sons announced, “Your Mother’s Day present is that we are going to let you finish your lunch.” It was a fitting gift, for in those days I rarely finished a meal. Kids jumping on chairs, spilling drinks, and squabbling left me wanting to hire Emily Post . . . better… - One Thing Needful
One of the five males in my family is steady and focused. We thought he was the unusual one. The rest of my men say he has ASD—Attention Surplus Disorder. My other guys didn’t answer my questions when I was sitting right beside them, but they talked to me, from the other end of the… - The Temple
While we were interpreting in Guatemala, I traced the temple theme throughout the Old Testament. Guatemala was a great schoolroom for studying the parallels between Eden and the Garden-of-Eden-like tabernacle and temple. Like Eden and the Guatemalan sky, the tabernacle and temple had curtains of blue, purple, and scarlet. Like Eden, the Guatemalan landscape glowed… - Prodigal Son and Prodigal God
As captain of the Beagle, Robert FitzRoy wanted to bring the gospel to the Yaghan people of Tierra del Fuego. FitzRoy had encountered the Yaghan on the Beagle’s first voyage. He had gone back to England with three Yaghan youths he wanted to disciple then return to their home as missionaries. Darwin was on the…